Wheeling Gull Isle come out to the coast

Moorhen was asleep, far across the sandbar and settled deep against the breast of Horizon Ridge. And settled against her breast was a boy whose name she could not pronounce or remember with any consistency. Still, she held @Radcliffe close, tucked underneath her warm, wide neck like a precious gold scarf.

She was not home yet, but they were close.

Feel free to reply if you wish, Cody, but it's not necessary. Just wanted to chime in!